Meet BBC News (national for once – rather than London) at HQ. I am being interviewed on transport. They are interviewing each of the main parties and then putting some sort of package together for Saturday news.

Transport is key in my view – but not getting much of a play so far in the election. The interviewer turns out to have written to me as his daughter failed to get a place in this year’s primary school lottery in Hornsey & Wood Green. I tell him about the fiasco that has just come to light following a reply from the Government a recent letter of mine.

Despite the grief, anxiety and publicity attaining to the scrabble for school places in Muswell Hill (and Crouch End and Wood Green) last year and this – St James’s had its application for two form entry turned down. I couldn’t understand this and so followed it up to ask for the reasons why. You wouldn’t believe it:

“The bid did not demonstrate the need for additional school places. In fact, the information presented showed there were surplus school places available. Officials subsequently contacted London Diocese to explain that the information submitted was incorrect.”

So – a typical Labour Haringey cock-up!

Then dash off to Hendon Police College where I am addressing London’s top cops on stop and search. It is quite hard to switch in the middle of an election into something else. I have a 20 minute speech to deliver and my mission is to make it quite clear to the Met how seriously the Metropolitan Policy Authority (MPA) takes this issue. There have been lots of warm words from the Met – but we are determined that real change will be delivered. Too long to go into now – but still think that some senior officers in the Met believe this is more to do with political correctness than anything else. It is not. It is about good and effective policing full stop!

Back to the election HQ to find that Ladbrokes have apparently opened the betting and Valerie’s husband Clive phoned to put a bet on me winning the seat. Valerie burst out laughing at something Clive said on the phone. I asked what she was laughing at and she said that Clive had asked to put a bet on Lynne to win and the bookie had said ‘Where’s she racing?’.

I finish the day with a canter around the very hilly parts of Muswell Hill ward to deliver some letters – and then home to emails. The fun just never stops … and the day ends with news that the bookies have cut the odds on me winning twice already!